I have never been so in love with another human being in my life, but I am terrified. Sometimes what we want most can scare us the most, because the chance of losing it. Loving someone is amazing in comparison to having no one. I always said that I didn't believe in fairy-tales and love stories, yet I've found myself caught in the middle of one. It's ironic how when we just feel like the darkness has reached the point of consumption, the light finds a way to shine through. When I finally gave up on trying to find love, it found me. I like to believe that everything has a made a path leading me to where I am now, that somehow my past created what I have. Every inch of my body is full of love and craves that one person and that one person only. It feels like a dream associating myself with true love, but this reality is far better than any dream, due to the fact that it is reality. I can touch that person and feel his skin next to mine. I can hear the heart beat he bares beneath his chest. I can taste the words bound beneath his lips. His heart beats in tune with mine unlike any figment of my imagination has the power or humanity to achieve. My love goes to lengths beyond measure; it softly cherishes every bittersweet moment, for it is given those moments to truly shine its colors. Moments like that allow all to know what lies behind the heart of a young woman who is misunderstood, a young woman who stands in line with the judging fingers pointing there way into her life_the life that has been bent, but refuses to bend until broken_the life I claim as mine. Fate has taken a chance on the life that I own and it has transformed it into the most beautiful form of expression_love. Love like that is bound by no measure, which pours over the brim of what is fulfillment. The life which I carry in the soul of my own once desolate body shines through every dark crevice that I withhold and gives each emotional denouement a chance to withdrawal and be built into something far beyond the face of humanity. Inside of my youthful exterior I hold something which no other has the power to understand in the perspective I call my thoughts. I hold the power of love and compassion that once fell like a tower a child builds of Lego blocks, built with no attention of fulfilling a future for such a structure. The power once often let down is now built by man and the tower no longer falls it is building onward by subconscious reasons_ones that I myself does not have full comprehension of.
